Ennui-slapping warrior

someone once told me
that I’m good
at slapping ennui

didn’t really know
what that meant
til recently

listlessness and lethargy
dissatisfaction
in every corner
that I meet
seemed like
I’d always be
running
from despondency

melancholy and unease
satiety can’t be achieved
but through all these lies
my throat can’t choke down
I must stay fresh
with optimism

for this life is but
one rambling lesson

serotonin to survive
of which I get
in well dosed highs

I’ll conquer this
then be surprised
at all the times
I refused to fly
then skipped right through

first to the finish line

Just fuckin with ya

I used to think

                   that

                   I was

                            really fucking

                   clever

But

            I

               really fucking

      wasn’t

Waking up to go back to sleep

I feel like I’m about to spew

The apathy that inside brews

My guts are twisting 

While lungs cave in

I desperately gasp for air

This world of mine ain’t fucking fair

Forever plagued by shitty tears

It’s not emotion that drove me here

It’s physical, something a body can’t bear

I’m struggling to even breathe

Through this chest that’s knotted

With anxiety